A collection of short Paranormal Erotic Adventures from the Changeling Press family of authors. Royalties to be donated to National Disaster Relief efforts.

Catan’s Fire -- Jade Buchanan Asad needs to teach his mate what happens to submissive Felidae who disobey orders. This is one lesson Catan will never forget!

Brimstone by Mistake -- Alice Gaines Lucifer has grown tired of processing soul after soul through hell -- until Sally Upshaw appears unannounced. The little temptress turns him on as no other woman ever has. The problem… Heaven's made a mistake. What will Lucifer do when the Man Upstairs wants Sally back?

Shifting Priorities -- Anne Kane Solar flares have sparked random firestorms amongst the out-ports, and stationmaster Tome Rimmer forbids females to travel alone -- a decision that doesn’t sit well with Jexx. Her battle implants should be adequate compensation for her gender. But when the sexy hunk she picks up in the station bar turns out to be more than human, she has bigger things to worry about than her profit margin.

Wolf Style -- B.J. McCall When a wolf races out of the flames and straight into volunteer firefighter Matt Reynolds’ arms, he has no idea how his life is about to change.

Cougar Meadow -- Belinda McBride When firefighter Ellie Cameron is separated from her crew and trapped in a firestorm, the last thing she expects is to be rescued -- by a shapeshifting mountain lion who awakens the heat buried within her -- and the need to mate.

Going Somewhere -- Cameo Brown Leonora Palmer, an undercover arson investigator, gets an unexpected lesson in desire when the mysterious owner of a wild animal sanctuary catches her snooping in his garden and gives her no choice but to surrender to his primal needs.

Burning Down the House -- Isabella Jordan Katurah has always had the ability to start fires with her mind. Will she use her powers now to end it all -- or will she give in to a fiery lover?

Stockings -- Jade Buchanan What do you get when you throw a gorgeous female cat shifter, an enticing pair of stockings, and a very interested lady wolf into the mix? Enough heat to burn down the house...

Fire Thief -- Jordan Castillo Price A glittery glam rock waif and a tattooed existentialist duck into a closet behind the bar. It’s just another gritty, anonymous, gay encounter in the dark…Isn’t it?

Britta's Beast -- Kate Hill When Max and Britta met at a convention for members of magical law enforcement, they seemed like a perfect fit. But Max believes women should raise the family while men do the protecting. Problem. Britta’s a Valkyrie, and that’s just not her style. Time for the centuries-old cat to learn a few new tricks -- before his lover takes wing.

Firehorse -- Mary Winter When wildfires threaten a Nevada wild horse sanctuary, photographer Billie Mote takes one chance too many and finds herself needing rescue -- from a man who teaches her that there’s only one thing that burns hotter than the wildfire outside, and that’s the passion between them.

Mating Fever -- Selena Illyria The moons are full, and Courtney's trapped with Devin Langley -- the man of her dreams. It's mating season for cat shifters, and she’s in heat. Perfect opportunity. The only problem -- she's been promised to another man.

Matt Reynolds pulled off his helmet and mopped the soot and grime off his face. The fire was finally out, but not before acres of forest were lost. He and his fellow volunteer firefighters had spent endless hours putting out hot spots. The fulltime firefighters had moved on to another fire.“Ride’s coming.”Picking up his shovel, Matt joined the line of men waiting for the truck to take them back to town. Out of the corner of his eye, Matt saw a furry animal jump out of the brush. He turned to see a wolf racing straight at him.“Look out, Reynolds,” someone yelled.The wolf stopped in front of him, tawny eyes wild with terror. Fires were brutal on wildlife and the poor wolf looked dirty and ragged. Tongue hanging out, she lay down at Matt’s feet.Although wolves were protected in this area, he’d rarely seen one. He hunkered down and petted the wolf on the head. Her thick brown fur was sticky with soot and Matt felt an instance kinship with the animal. “Looks like both of us are worn out.” The wolf closed her eyes and rubbed her head against his hand.Gears grinding, the National Guard truck arrived.“Get away from that wolf, Reynolds,” Captain Hillard called out. “That thing might be rabid.”Matt rose and walked to the truck. The wolf followed, whining when he climbed in and joined the exhausted crew. When the truck pulled away, the wolf ran after it until she couldn’t keep up.“Sorry, girl,” Matt whispered as the wolf disappeared from view.Excerpt from Wolf Style by B.J. McCall

Chet will do anything and everything for a good time and some hard earned coins -- men or women, two arms or four, yellow, blue or smoky hazel skin. Unfortunately, the Nil Raja prostitute has run across a few bad men... and not the good kind of bad, either. Trying to change his stripes to fool them seemed like a good idea at the time but now he’s in front of the authorities being told he has to atone for some crime. Bah!Councilor Ainsley Porter never thought he'd be put in this position. Not only does he have to deal with a big intimidating warrior in his office, now he has to figure out what to do with the sultry, intriguing whore who's been causing trouble in his sector. To make things even more complicated, he’s now receiving death threats for interfering in something bigger than himself.Dinesh D'Ahnanjay Girisha is not a happy Nil Raja. He’s been forced off planet to a backwater spaceport full of undesirables, lifesworn to protect a gorgeous uptight councilor, and drawn to a Nil Raja Otha who falls into his lap. Men may be after both Chet and Ainsley, but no one touches what belongs to Dinesh.

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“Yeah, you like that big cock in your mouth, boy?”Chet paused at the words, turning and spying the hard miner currently backing a slim figure against the wall. He recognized the young man as one of the corridor kids, and it didn’t look like he was enjoying himself. The corridor kid choked, his movements jerky. His hands were held flat to the wall behind him, his face turning blue.“Yeah, you like that big hui? You like that? Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”Three men stood around the two figures, big men. They wore fierce smirks the way Chet wore his silk robes, as if they were born with them. Two were palming their own cocks through their coarse trousers, as if waiting for their leader to finish before having their turn.“Yeah, you want my come, don’t you? Little whores like you like to drink from the big fountain of man cream, don’t you? All over your face, blyat, come all over your pretty face.”Biting his lip, Chet considered his next move. He wouldn’t be able to take the four men, but there was no way he was going to sit back here and let one of the kids be treated roughly. The corridor kid was old enough to take care of himself and he was past the age of consent, but that didn’t really matter right now. Whether this transaction had started out willingly or not, he definitely didn’t appear to be willing now.Chet had heard of the man who had the kid backed into the wall. His name was Chopar, and he had a reputation. Most of the Nil Raja stayed away from him and his ilk because they were known to be rough. They didn’t much care if they accidentally choked you to death as long as they got their rocks off in the end. There were rumors they were the ones responsible for the state of the new prosti who’d been beaten badly. She hadn’t wanted to take them all on so they apparently thought to teach her a lesson.“Behen chod, you bit me, you little suka!”The man pulled his dick back, checking it for blood. The corridor kid tried to skitter away, but he was quickly held in place by one of the goons. Chopar smacked the kid on the side of the face, sending him flying to the ground. The goon knelt on the ground beside the kid, grabbing his arm.“Gentlemen, you don’t want an inexperienced boy like this. Would you not prefer to have something beyond your… wildest dreams?” Chet strolled forward, his movement intent, slinky. Seductive.Chopar backed away from the kid at his feet, his eyes wide. “Nil Raja!”Chet would bet his life savings this man had never been with a genuine Nil Raja. None of his Otha brethren would touch this dirty, slimy cesspool. With a flick of his lashes, he peered up at the three other goons, paying special attention to the one who was still holding the corridor kid. He wished he knew the kid’s name, but it wouldn’t matter. He needed to get him out of here.Sliding one hand down his slim chest, Chet touched the very edge of his chest markings, the intricate blue swirls that danced around his nipples. He tossed his head back, knowing how attractive the long fall of indigo strands was to someone not used to seeing it. Everything about him was soft, pampered. Special. And here he was pandering to these lowlifes. It was worth it, though, if he could prevent one of the kids from being hurt.He tangled his fingers in the jeweled necklace he wore, licking his lips to make them glisten. One of the men groaned. Encouraged, Chet flipped open his silk robes, displaying the cerulean loincloth wrapped low around his hips. It wasn’t the loincloth he was trying to show off, though. No, he wanted them to look at the glistening blue jewel imbedded in his navel, and the top of the patterned markings above his cock, the blue swirls that wrapped around his waist, above his groin, dipping and swaying over his body. He touched one, moaning in heat, tossing his head again.“Chiu!” The man holding the corridor kid gasped, reaching his climax and letting go of his bounty. Well, that was easy. You’d think he’d never seen an Otha Nil Raja before. While the others were distracted by his beauty, Chet looked down at the kid, blinking slowly. The corridor kid nodded, running away quickly, unnoticed by the miners.Left alone with three panting men -- and their almost comatose friend -- Chet cursed himself silently. This wasn’t going to be fun, but he didn’t have much of a choice now. The kid was safe and that was all that mattered.Chopar reached him first, grasping his hair in a hard hold. Chet held in his gasp of dismay, gritting his teeth. He coyly glanced up at Chopar beneath lowered lids, hiding his disdain. The other two men surrounded them, quickly jerking their own cocks in frenzied motions, as if the sight of him was too overwhelming for them to wait their turn.“I want your mouth, suka.”Chet was not this man’s bitch, and he never would be. Nevertheless, he slid gracefully to his knees, reaching for Chopar’s cock. Did this man not know how to wash himself? He stank of piss and unwashed body. Wrinkling his nose delicately, Chet opened his mouth, sucking the head of Chopar’s dick. He closed his eyes, swirling his tongue, determined to get him off as fast as possible. Moaning in a poor parody of his normal heated voice, Chet tried to fool them into thinking he was as hot for this as they were.Nil Raja were notorious for loving sex, at least the Nil Raja that these men were familiar with. It was extremely rare for any of the other castes to visit the spaceport, so most of Adana’s inhabitants only knew of the Otha caste. The prostitutes, the beloved whores. They were able to choose their own partners because they were worth every credit they cost. Men like Chopar were normally forced to visit the Nil Raja fakes, men and women who copied Nil Raja markings, trying to pass themselves off as the real thing.One of the goons gasped, finding his release. Chet grinned. Two down, two to go. He swirled his tongue again, moaning around the cock in his mouth.Chet had seen more than one prosti down here with poor imitations of his own markings. It had given him a bit of a thrill, pleased that they appreciated the way he looked. He knew that the only people they were truly fooling were themselves. Or perhaps some tourist unfamiliar with the Nil Raja species. The fakes always looked like fakes. Maybe it was just him, though. He could spot a real Nil Raja a mile away because he was one.Chopar grunted, his voice pained. Moving quickly, Chet twirled in place, getting out of the way just as Chopar came, his thick white seed falling harmlessly to the ground and not on Chet’s precious silks.The remaining man panted harshly, following Chopar into orgasm.Chet stood, intending to escape while they were all relaxed from their releases.“Where do you think you’re going, suka? Get back here. I’ve decided I’m going to keep you and your very talented mouth.”Confused, Chet glanced back at Chopar. The man held a weapon in his hand, a nasty little thing Chet wasn’t familiar with.Well, chiu, how was he going to get out of this?

Friday, September 26, 2008

Erica, a maid in the house of a wealthy politician, is shocked when Javier, the Aspectian Ambassador to Earth, invites her to enter a courtship with him. The scarred yet sexy alien ambassador arouses her like no one ever has before. Of all the alien cultures Earth mingles with, Aspectians fascinated her the most.

To initiate Erica into the ways of Aspectian lovemaking, Javier sends her a gift to wear when he’s not around -- a teddie made of strange material that hugs her curves and stirs her sexual desire.

Javier has been looking for the perfect Earth woman to marry. In spite of offers from humans of status, it’s love at first sight when he meets Erica. He knows she’s meant to be his mate for life, but their courtship might be destroyed by Erica’s jealous and spiteful former employer.

Once again alone, Erica sat on the bed, the gift bag beside her. She reached in and removed a beautiful teddie of the most unusual material she’d ever seen. It had a soft but uneven texture and felt warm, almost pulsing in her hands. Sexual desire shot through her, making her nipples stiffen and her clit tingle. This was crazy, getting turned-on just from holding an article of clothes. The sensations unsettled her so much that she flung the teddie back into the bag and walked to the table.

As she ate, her gaze kept returning to the bag until the desire to touch the teddie again almost overcame her. Javier had warned it was a sexual gift and a little kinky. She’d promised to give it a try. That in itself seemed enough of a reason to indulge her desire to put it on.

She decided to make herself wait, to extend the anticipation. In the bathroom, she showered and brushed her teeth, then walked, naked, to the bed. She removed the teddie and held it up to the light, watching it shimmer and ripple in the slight breeze blowing through the open window. It was still warm and seemed to have a pulse of its own.Drawing a deep breath, she held it over her breasts. Her nipples spiked against the soft fabric and it seemed to mold to her body. She gasped, lust and a hint of fear darting through her. Again she held the teddie away, but it seemed to beckon her. She slipped it on and it immediately fit itself around her like second skin, dipped between her legs to form transparent panties and fitted around her torso. Strangely, it felt like hands cupping her breasts. Strong, warm male hands that knew exactly how to hold her. The material tightened around her nipples, squeezing them gently. It felt like tiny tongues were built into that uneven material, thrusting against her nipples and roaming over her breasts and belly.

“Oh damn,” she panted and moaned softly. This was unbelievable. Kinky and incredibly erotic.

Then it struck her that she was getting a sexual buzz from a teddie.

“This is too weird,” she said, jerking at the material and pulling it off her. She tossed it across the room and it landed on the floor. The wind blew it and the fabric shimmered.“No way,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, Javier, but I don’t know if I can handle this.”She pulled down the coverlet and lay on the sheets, letting the breeze fan her as it fanned the teddie. Staring at the ceiling, she tried to forget about the stupid garment, but couldn’t. Frustrated and filled with desire, she rolled onto her side and stared at the discarded teddie.

Javier’s words echoed in her mind.

Appreciate the garment and you will understand Aspectian sexuality.

She hadn’t come here simply because she had nowhere else to go. She wouldn’t toy with emotions like that, hers or Javier’s. The truth was she liked him. A lot. She wanted to get to know him and she hoped they would turn out to be right for each other. When they made love, he had stirred feelings in her that weren’t just sexual.

“All right, Javier. I’ll try it again.”

Still tingling from head to toe, she rose from the bed, walked toward the teddie and nudged it with her toe. To her surprise it molded to her foot, just as it had done to her torso. Those dozens of little tongues lapped her and the soft material warmed and caressed her toes.

A woman scorned. That description didn’t explain half of what Dr. Alexis “Lexi” Douglas felt. She knew she wasn’t alone. In her practice she’d talked with enough women to see the psychological damage caused by men and quite frankly she was tired of preaching about empowerment and ready to demonstrate a little of it, witch style.Seven hundred and eighty years of slumber was not nearly long enough for Cor Sielas. His last assignment prevented the expansion of the Mongul Empire, so he’s irritated to learn that the Forces of Nature have awakened him to handle one vindictive little witch. He takes some solace in the knowledge that his subject is female. For the first time he’s interested in mixing business with a little pleasure.

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“The lowlife son of a bitch!” Alexis Douglas slammed her office phone down, not caring whether or not the overpriced attorney who “represented” her was still on the other end. After the new asshole she’d just ripped the man it would be no surprise if he’d hung up halfway through her tirade. Maybe now he’d stop calling her with her ex-husband’s new torturous demands disguised in the form of injunctions. She might as well have represented herself for all the help he turned out to be. Perhaps it was paranoia talking, but lately she was feeling as if he were secretly working for her former husband.It wasn’t enough that her bastard of an ex had cheated on her for the better part of a year, cleaned out her bank accounts, and gotten half of what she had left in the divorce settlement. He just kept coming back for more. And to her amazement her lawyer could only give her blank stares while the judges continued to grant his ludicrous requests. All male judges, she noted. Alexis felt as if she were being made to pay for scores of women who’d managed to walk away with their wealthy exes’ fortunes in the past.It wasn’t worth ruminating over the unfairness of it all. Trying to pinpoint exactly where things had gone wrong had proven fruitless too. She accepted her mistake lay in falling for the charm of Harrison Blake those many moons ago. Still in medical school, she’d been a bright-eyed twenty-three-year-old flattered by an older, extremely handsome and cultured grad student with aspirations of being an actor. Even after she began her residency Harrison was still aspiring, performing in community theaters and landing bit parts in movies. Alexis was so enamored with him she didn’t mind supporting them while he pursued his dreams. Her career flourished, providing them with a substantial income.Harrison’s interests had shifted from acting to directing, and Alexis found herself providing the seed money for many ventures that would never amount to anything. She’d even put her desire to have children on hold because he’d wanted to wait until he was in a better place in his career.The intercom on her phone buzzed and her assistant announced her next appointment. Alexis took several deep breaths before giving the go ahead to send her three o’clock in. As unprofessional as it might be Alexis couldn’t help but feel a certain affinity for her next patient, one Sierra Gonzalez. Mrs. Gonzalez was dealing with a particularly difficult divorce of her own, but Alexis felt her stakes to be far greater. The woman had two daughters. She’d petitioning the courts for sole custody of in light of allegations of molestation committed by her ex-husband.She handed the petite Mrs. Gonzalez another set of tissues as she sobbed through the end of her session. She empathized with the helplessness Mrs. Gonzalez felt. “Thank you, Dr. Lexi. Talking to you helps, even if it’s only for a little while.” The woman’s lightly accented English was full of sorrow.“I wish that I could do more for you.”“Don’t feel guilty, Dr. Lexi. I understand that your kind is limited in what you can do.”Alexis stiffened in her chair. What did she mean, her kind? In the three months she’d been working with Mrs. Gonzalez, not once had it occurred to her that the woman would have a problem with her race. Although she was the product of a biracial marriage, Alexis, more so than her other two siblings, physically favored the African-American side of their family. Her reddish brown complexion was darker than her sisters’ caramel tones and her tight curly hair was even more pronounced in the short style she wore. She didn’t trust herself to speak as she waited for Mrs. Gonzalez’s next words.Mrs. Gonzalez fixed her with a puffy brown-eyed gaze. “It’s not what you’re thinking, Dr. Lexi. I don’t care about race. I’m talking about the thing that makes you different from other humans, Doctor. You know what I mean.”She couldn’t know. It wasn’t possible. Regular mortals weren’t privy to the existence of witches or warlocks beyond what they saw on the silver screen or read in books. Secrecy was paramount to the coven. She’d even hidden her lineage from Harrison, which was possibly the best decision she’d made in dealing with her former husband. She shuddered to think what he would do with the knowledge. “I can assure you that I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“I know you do, Dr. Lexi, and I understand why you must deny it so I won’t say anything else. But jus’ think, why it is that God made you different from the rest of us if not to help people in need?”Alexi opened her mouth to protest but Mrs. Gonzalez’s halting hand kept her quiet. “Jus’ think on what I said, Dr. Lexi.”

"Man, I’d like a ride on the two-ton Trish train…"Trish nearly bludgeons her boss to death for voicing his desires, but somehow she fights past the urge to beat him with her stapler and simply gets even, then quits. Just before her grand exit, she gathers her meager possessions and leaves the accounting firm without a backward glance. A block from the office, as she drops yet another stack of papers, she realizes she needs something to carry everything in. She ducks into Madam Periwinkle’s Erotic Delights, where the gracious proprietor gives her a cardboard box with the promise that everything from her shop comes with a little something “extra.” If only she’d known…Markham Woods can’t believe his luck! Ten years since he’d last seen Trish and now he’s nearly mowed her down on a city sidewalk. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Mark charms his way into spending the afternoon with the lusciously curved Trish. Mark has spent the last ten years wondering if only…

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Tomorrow’s headline: Man Bludgeoned to Death with Stapler.

Trish glared at her boss, the only man in the world who managed to hit on and insult her in the same breath. Clunk, click. She stapled another stack of financial statements together in preparation for her two o’clock meeting. Clunk, click. The two pounds of steel and aluminum teased her palm, begging her to whack the smug smile off the man’s face. Clunk, click. She took a deep breath. Cool air filled her lungs and became heated with her growing anger.Man, I’d like a ride on the two-ton Trish train, he’d said. Two. Clunk. Ton. Click. Trish. Clunk. Train. Click.She slammed the Swingline 747 business stapler on her desk. The rubber bottom collided with her Formica-clad desk with a satisfying thud and all eyes turned to her. The know-it-all admin who teased Trish mercilessly poked her head above her mauve cubicle wall and stared at her from behind blue-rimmed glasses. So eighties. The evil woman’s partner in crime, and the office’s token gay guy, stuck his head into the hallway, his too-tight shirt straining at the buttons. Just get “twink” tattooed on your forehead, asshole.She straightened the pile of reports she’d compiled, pretending not to notice the stares and whispers. This was not her usual behavior. Not at all. Her usual response to her boss’s scathing yet suggestive remarks was to lock herself in her office or run home, claiming some sort of illness. Never, not ever, had she rolled her eyes, ignored him and then sat calmly preparing for her afternoon meeting. Well, calm was a tad of an overstatement. Possibly more than a tad.At precisely two in the afternoon, she gathered the company’s financial statements, five copies in total for the bigwigs and herself, and proceeded to the conference room. Her boss wouldn’t know what hit him. She smiled all the way to her eyes, and she knew without looking that her dimples could be seen. Oh yeah, this was going to be good.She entered the conference room first, plush carpeting silencing her arrival. Without pausing, she circled the table and placed the financials in front of each of the partner’s regular seats. In moments it would be her, three partners from the firm and her boss. She took her seat, or rather, her boss’s seat. The partners, with her boss in tow, arrived shortly thereafter and the man didn’t say a word about her seating choice. He just glared at her, the promise of retribution in his eyes. Ha! Just wait, asswipe.The meeting began quietly as the meetings did each and every month. The partners always took a few minutes to review the firm’s financial statements in utter silence before questioning Trish on expenses and the firm’s performance. While she worked with a few select clients throughout the year and during tax season, her main focus was on the financial performance of the accounting firm, Johnson, Wales & O’Megan.It didn’t take the partners long to discover her little “addition” or would that be “subtraction” from the financial statements.Mr. Johnson was the first to speak up. “What! What’s this here above Payroll, Trish? Explain this… this expense.”“Certainly.” She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking. “I’ve been working for Johnson, Wales & O’Megan for eight years. For six of those years, I’ve been supervised by Jeff. While working under his supervision I have been subjected to more lewd comments, innuendo and derisive attitude than I care to mention or detail to you three at this point in time.”Her boss tried to cut her off. “What? She’s --”“Shut it, Jeffrey,” Johnson interjected.“As I was saying, Jeff has made my life a living, breathing hell. Today, he asked me what it would cost to take a ride on the two-ton Trish train and indicated that the company would pay for it. I decided to take him up on the offer, calculated my worth and accrued the expense on the financial statement. Obviously, the final number will have to be negotiated with my lawyer, but I feel five million dollars is a good starting point for what I’ve had to endure.” She flipped through the pages in front of her. “And as you can see, I’ve accrued the estimated attorney’s fees for your representation as well as mine here in this section.” She pointed to the area of contention. There, on the operating statements, printed on the company letterhead, was a new section they’d never seen before. Just below General & Administrative Expenses and above Payroll was a new area: Two-ton Trish Train.Damn, she’d gotten Jeff but good.

Artist and witch Fiona Logan hasn't had an orgasm since a bitter ex cursed her five years ago. Whenever she gets aroused, bad things happen. Now, she's come to Last Call in hopes of gaining an audience with -- and help from -- its owner, a powerful wizard named Benito D'Cruze. If anyone can break the curse, it's him. And if he won't come downstairs to meet with her, she'll bump and grind until his bar caves in from the backlash. Hurricane: Contents under magical pressure. Experience required.Ben doesn't get involved with patrons... not even the hot, sexually frustrated ones. But when a lush looking blonde threatens to wreck his bar with her curse and her need, he decides it's time to take matters -- and her -- into his own hands. After all, even if he can't break the curse, he can certainly ease her frustration. And what powerful wizard doesn't love a challenge?

Friday, September 19, 2008

Ember has spent months preparing for the spell that will rescue her father. Now, all she has to do is lure the Gnome, Dowan, into her cave and convince him to help her. She doesn’t know why, but he is the one she needs to raise the energy that will power the spell.

Dowan is intrigued by the sexy witch with the sincere eyes. The woman has guts but will she be a match for Lilia, the Faery that has kidnapped Ember’s father and is the enemy of the Gnomes?

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His mixture of anger and desire excited her. There was nothing like a little anger to add spice to bed play. It gave a sharp edge to the passion. He stalked toward her, not speaking. She began backing slowly away. In a moment, he had grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. Those topaz eyes in the dark tan face stared at her with animal intent. She ran her hand through his hair, and the eyes changed to blue again from her sapphire ring. He held the back of her head and kissed her with all his anger and passion and desire. It made her breathless. It made her needy. It made her wet.He ground against her hips -- no waiting, no coaxing. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer, so she could feel more of him against her. He gave a laugh of evil delight when she rubbed her breasts against his chest.“It’s better this way,” he said as he moved her dress to expose her breasts, which were already tingling. His low, slow rumble of a voice had gotten rough, and that just made her nipples peak harder. He pressed their naked flesh together. The short hairs on his muscular chest stimulated her soft skin, and she grabbed his head to bring him in for another deep kiss. One of her legs wrapped around his hips. His low laugh resonated against her. “You’ll need both feet on the ground for this,” he said.While she was distracted with their kiss, his hands had found her bottom under the dress. The tiny quakes started in his hands again. He grazed his fingertips slowly down the cleft of her ass. She had never realized how sensitive the skin was there.She tensed at first when his fingers brushed over her back opening. He kept stroking patiently until she was relaxed enough for him to slide his small finger into her. She moaned loudly. Gods, it felt good.. She never would have imagined feeling such pleasure there. He increased the quaking in his fingers and she arched back against the cave wall. When his other hand began sliding through the slick outer lips of her pussy, her stomach muscles clenched. One finger dipped into her opening and stroked slowly down the inside, then two fingers. Then his thumb started circling her clit.“Oh, gods, Dowan,” she groaned. It was impossible not to move her hips. There was too much happening inside her body. She did not know what he was doing with his little finger, but whatever it was just doubled the pleasure and the pressure inside her pussy. Added to that were the tingling vibrations against her clit and his hot mouth roving her exposed breasts. His teeth scraped her as he sucked hard on her tender skin. She tried to stop digging her fingernails into his back -- she must be hurting him by now -- but she had to do something with her hands. So, she moved them to his scalp, but she just pulled his hair.He looked up with her nipple in his mouth and said, “Stop worrying about it. I want to know how aroused you are.”She knew she was about to come, but she did not know if she would survive it. She tried to pull his head up, but he was reluctant to leave her breasts. “I need something to bite,” she grated at him. His erection pulsed at her admission. He began sucking on the skin of her neck without further protest. She bit his shoulder until the very end, when she had to scream.

Terri Smythe, a transplanted New Yorker, is trying to find her feet in Kansas City. After an emergency "save-me-before-I-slit-my-wrists" visit from her best friends, and a shopping spree at Madam Periwinkle’s Erotic Delights, a Magic 8-ball sets her off on an adventure of a lifetime.That adventure has one name -- Niko. He’s gorgeous. He’s strong. He’s bold.He’s also a vampire.

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****“My feet are killing me. Remind me again why I moved to Kansas City?” Terri Smythe asked as she strolled -- more like hobbled at this point -- down Southwest Boulevard with her three best friends. It was already getting dark out, and they’d been walking around the downtown area for more than an hour.Maggie Bergman, the bubbly red-head of the group, answered first. “Because you needed a change.”“There’s no one saying you have to stay here forever,” Rena Grace, the tallest of the four, said.“Oh, quit bitching. We’re supposed to be having a stress free girls day.” Dana Constance, ex-beauty queen and all around fabulously frank, straightened her Spanx. “Come on, this shop is supposed to be da bomb.”Terri sighed. Her friends meant well, but moving from New York to Missouri had been a shock to her system. Maggie, Rena, and Dana had all flown in earlier in the week for Terri’s emergency “I’m going to slit my wrists from boredom” intervention.The week had been terrific, they’d stayed up every night talking and laughing into the wee hours. But they were leaving to go back to their lives, and Terri would be alone. Again.“Fine, whatever, let’s just go.”“Oh!” Maggie pointed then clapped her hands together. “There’s Madame Periwinkle’s.”“I’m having second thoughts, ladies.” Rena grimaced. “All this stuff sort of weirds me out. I mean in theory, okay, but to actually go in and shop. I don’t know if I can do it or not.”Dana stomped her heeled boot on the sidewalk. “Jeeezus, Ren. It’s a freaking novelty shop. No one’s going to be sacrificing virgins with dildos.”“Even if they were, we’d all be safe.” Terri grinned. Although, truth be told, it had been a long time, since she’d had sex. She might as well be a virgin.“Yeah, you fucktard. So quit being such a chicken shit.” Dana again.“Hey!” Rena snapped. “I’m not a chicken shit. And, at least I’m not turning into the crazy dog lady.”Dana put her hands on her hips. “Oh, that hurt. Not.” She’d added another puppy to her fold, bringing the count to eight dogs and two cats.“Don’t fight,” Maggie said. “It’s our last day together. Let’s enjoy it.”By the time the banter ended, they were standing in front of Madam Periwinkle’s Erotic Delights. “We’re already here,” Terri said. “We might as well check it out.”Maggie clapped her hands again. “Woot!” It’d been her idea in the first place.A tinkling sounded when Terri opened the door.Everything in the shop was purple. Including the lady behind the counter. Well, not her skin, but her bustier, her hair, her fingernails, her make-up, and her tight little pants. Her voice was smooth and light. “Welcome, ladies. Please come in. I’ll be with you in just one moment.”It was rumored that Madam Periwinkle was a mystical erotic shop. She was supposed to psychically know what you needed in order to fulfill your fantasies. Terri didn’t buy it, not for one minute. But they were having fun, and this was supposed to be part of it.The concept was this, you handed Madame Periwinkle ten dollars and she’d give you an item in a paper bag. It was basically a grab bag situation, like going to the fair, only instead of a two dollar stuffed animal, you’d walk out with something to help with your love life.Terri and her buddies waited at the counter for Madame Periwinkle to return. She came out with four purple gift bags. After they all put their ten-dollar bills on the counter, she handed a bag to each of them. “Don’t open them just yet.” Madam Periwinkle winked. “Wait until you get home.”With bag in hand, Terri turned to say something to Rena but was stopped when she slammed into a very large obstacle rushing through the front door. Dana and Rena were at her side immediately, but Maggie stood stunned. Gaping.Terri followed Maggie’s line of sight and had to fight to keep her own jaw off the ground.“Oh my god,” Rena whispered. “He’s beautiful.”Terri nodded before she could stop herself. Even though she was off men, entirely, some eye candy was just too good not to appreciate. And this eye candy had yummy-licious written all over him. Medium height, about five feet eleven inches, if she had to guess, and he wore the tightest black T-shirt, which fit snug against his muscular chest, and the black slacks he wore were like a second skin.“Oish.”A feeling of electricity shot through her body when she noticed that while she was checking out his goods, he was checking her out. Their eyes met, and his were dark like obsidian, filled with anger and rage. Dangerous. The word echoed in Terri’s mind as a chill slid down her spine. She looked away.“Are you all right, darling?” Dana asked.“Fine. Help me up so we can get out of here.”The man didn’t apologize, didn’t say a word as he walked past them to the counter.“Rude much?” Rena said.“Leave it alone,” Terri hushed her. She dusted her jeans. “Let’s just go.”

He has been cold for nearly two centuries. A tattoo artist by day and an assassin by night, Kyoto Hajime must kill the ones chosen by Magik to keep the gift from twisting into something dark. Ensuring that monsters like his brother cannot consume the dark power they crave.Jim’s ink will denote Magik’s choice. He must kill Tia Morse, the woman he had marked with the Dark Lotus -- a Vegas bartender whose touch gives him the warmth he has not felt in years.Duty must come before desire. But years of discipline may crumble when passion’s fire burns through ice and Magik’s choices are no longer clear.

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***He had learned to deal with the cold. The constant ice that rasped his veins kept reminding him he was nothing more than Magik’s soldier. Forged like a weapon; cold like the steel he used to take another’s life. Kyoto Hajime. Not altogether human, not immortal, he was just ice, hungry and sharp, kept alive by the same Magik he protected.In the dark, high up above the masses, Jim stared at the glowing Vegas skyline. He watched the swarms of tourists and the ones who served them, the flares of light, hearing the clicks of heels, the drunken high-pitched laughter. While the times and fashion changed, he remained young, his body frozen, his heart ice. And if the humans on the street below knew the price of immortality, they’d thank whatever god they followed for keeping their lives short, and for the most part, meaningless.Luxury meant nothing. If he could bother to turn on the lights, the soft glow would bathe over rich fabrics and satin sheets. The shiny coffee table would gleam in cherry reds, the lush patterns of the carpet would swirl their jeweled tones. And none of those opulent colors had ever helped him when the cold turned brutal, or when sleep, his only respite, wouldn’t come.He’d chosen this place because the height of it suited his mood, just as he’d chosen this life because the cold suited his purpose.He was a killer, a warrior assassin who took the lives of those who chose Dark Magik. He atoned for his weakness because he could not lift his sword to end his brother’s life.He watched the city breathe below him, and found his thoughts returning to the woman he’d met earlier today. The one who came to Magik Ink both scared and determined to have him mark her body.She had a glow of vulnerability around her, one she kept hidden under the protective layer of a tough girl -- a layer of makeup, and skintight jeans molding her ass. A broken wing hid somewhere below the war paint. She had demanded him specifically, and didn’t blink when she was told his price and that he chose his own artistic license.Jim wondered what she would have done had she been told that the world famous steady hands were sure and swift due to hours with a sword. Kyoto Hajime, sought-after tattoo artist of intricate Nipponese designs, created art by day and killed in the hot Nevada night.She’d bared her body despite the shyness he had glimpsed in those witch-hazel eyes. Those sweetly rounded curves were tempered with muscle, a discipline Jim understood. In Vegas, one lived through their beauty. And she was beautiful with that curved, firmly muscled body, her dark blonde hair bundled up into a messy bun, those green eyes challenging him, shyly asking him to look at her, to want her.Had she been showgirl gorgeous and fully aware of the fact, he wouldn’t have given her a second thought. But this vulnerability so valiantly hidden under a mask of toughness captured his interest. Too bad he had no time for wounded angels, especially those who forced themselves to meet his gaze despite their shyness.She’d chosen a lotus and surprised him. He pegged her wanting something flashy, perhaps a dragon since she appeared to be into Japanese motifs, perhaps a string of Kanji. Something ridiculous like “honor” or “the way” -- symbols often worn but rarely understood. But Tia Morse wanted a lotus, something to curve over her hip and buttocks, and she’d lain on the padded bench expecting him to mark her skin.He had to force himself to keep his touch impersonal. With what Magik he had, Jim had lulled her to sleep and hadn’t waited around to see if she had liked his design on her. The power was already there, a small touch that had him recoiling. If Magik chose her, he’d have to kill her soon enough.He thought of those bright eyes dulling with pain or darkening to black from abusing Magik. He thought of her lips bleeding once his brother fed on her power, a kiss of death, a long dull twist and pull of everything she had.His heartbeat pounding, Jim reached behind him, feeling for the leather bindings of his sword. The hilt was warm against his palm, the only warmth he had been allowed to feel in a long while. The leather had been worn smooth and soft with age, the sword it cradled forged in the tradition of the Samurai. He didn’t have the mental strength to slice it through his brother’s neck, or the honor to end a life that had lost all but the greed for more. More Magik and more power. Simply more.He pictured this same sword plunging inside the girl while Dark Magik pumped inside her veins. She’d choose it -- all the humans did. In past centuries he’d never met a human who didn’t use the gift in anger, in the need for revenge, or simply greed. Eventually she would twist Magik into something vile and open herself so Yoshida could feed.The Dark could only feed upon itself. Because of weakness, he watched Yoshida turn innocents to darkness for the sole purpose of devouring their power. By torture or by promises, his brother sought out Magik’s chosen and twisted them until he could consume their gift into himself. The more he had, the more he craved it.And still Jim could not lift his sword to kill his brother, even when Yoshida had prepared for that final blow to sever Jim’s head from his body. Jim had thought he would find peace at last.The Lorekeepers thought otherwise.The cold inside him let Jim live for centuries, killing the ones gifted with Magik so his brother would eventually starve. He would atone for his cowardice by killing innocents before they turned to the darkness -- before Yoshida could feed on that twisted Magik.The irony was that Jim was the one to mark them. They’d seek him out, wanting a brand, an imprint. Tattoos were sacred in his world, marking the skin with truth, glowing with excess Magik.And in the modern world where tattoos had become a fashion statement, he never knew if he would have to kill the ones he’d just marked.Tiana. Tia Morse, with tough girl clothes and cautious eyes, too much mascara and a lush, full mouth. Perhaps if she weren’t chosen after all, he would allow himself a chance to see her once again, if only for the pleasure of it.Vegas lights glittered on the sharp edge of his sword. Inside his mind, the Lorekeeper spoke in his birth language. She will be sacrificed.Jim’s gut churned wildly at the thought.The ink will speak. You must kill her before your brother does.

Within the refuge of the moon Acacia, vampires have established peace and built a thriving empire based on control and logic. But emotion rules their hearts and lust defies logic through the long cool nights.Dr. Blake, a high ranking member of Acacia’s Medical Division, is shocked to find blood donations to the vampire moon colony have been contaminated with an antigen that could wipe out their entire race. Who would contaminate the blood, with what and why? The answer may cost him his life -- and his one chance at true happiness.

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****“You don’t want to go in there, Med Blake, not yet.”Blake paused beside his human slave, Dash. “Explain to me why I don’t wish to enter my own examination room.”A flush spread up Dash’s thick tanned neck. The slave’s embarrassment was tempting to all of Blake’s baser instincts. Despite the pressing duties, Blake vividly imagined drawing in close enough to that flushed skin, close enough to smell the sweet blood and feel the heated flesh.He jerked his mind away from the possibility he’d been denying for years. He should be processing the new arrivals from Rahla, not daydreaming about his best assistant. “Well?”“Agent Aeron and his new consort are inside. They are… intimately occupied.”“Indeed. Well, perhaps we can give them a few more minutes.” Blake turned away from his exam room and instead led the way to his office, tucked between his two private exam rooms. He might as well check over the files while he waited.Dash, following in his wake, hesitated at the doorway. “Master?”Hiding his grin at Dash’s discomfort, Blake flipped on the low grade lights and picked up the top file on his desk. “Relax, Dash. Observation is a most useful tool for any med specialist.” The large window in front of the room faced into exam room one, where the subjects of his files were demonstrating their healthy conditions.Agent Aeron was performing quite vigorously considering his recent injuries. But oddly it was not the physical elements that drew his attention. Instead, it was the connection that the couple seemed to share. Blake glanced at the file. The couple had just met on Aeron’s last mission, and yet they appeared to be completely attuned to one another. Even while her thigh slid upward over his own, Agent Aeron’s hand caught her knee, tightening the leverage there. What at first seemed to be the simple act of copulation on closer inspection was more like a dance. “They are quite beautiful, are they not?”Dash cleared his throat. “Perhaps they should have some privacy.”Continuing to watch the couple together was not medically relevant. Why had he become caught up in the moment? He should remain objective, yet even his body was reacting to the desire to experience such an interaction. Which was ridiculous. There was no one in his life he felt that connected to, so it was a fool’s wish. Dash was right to redirect their attention. “You are far wiser than your young years.”“No so young, Med Blake.”He looked back at Dash, surprised to see his slave was right. The years had passed in a blur. Dash was no longer a boy, but had grown into a fully mature man. He’d seen the changes before, but never thought of Dash as anything more than the orphaned boy he’d claimed as a servant for his household. “Still young.” At least compared to his own three hundred and twelve years.“What about the other one?” Dash looked toward the long window on the opposite wall.“Doctor Kaven.” The man had never worked medicine among the vampires so he chose to keep his human title even though he was no longer one of them. “Come, we can see to him while our other patients are occupied.”He returned to the hallway, but paused before entering the second exam room. “Dash, please retrieve blood for the doctor. I believe his most pressing condition will be malnourishment, which we can begin treating immediately.” Trusting Dash to do as he was asked, he continued into the room.Dr. Kaven stood in the opposite corner. He might be attempting to appear relaxed, but his emaciated body was tight, bordering on animalistic, radiating paranoid fear.Blake made no attempt to approach. Their kind, especially the young ones like Kaven, had little restraint when cornered. His patient had been starved, beaten and tortured. He wasn’t going to be the trusting sort.Blake sat beside the exam table, more than eight feet from the patient. “Dr. Kaven, I’m very glad to have you back on Acacia.” He looked down at his file, giving the doctor time to relax. “In case no one has explained, you will be staying here at the import and arrival facility under my care until you feel well enough to return to an independent residence.”“Can I leave now?”“Yes, of course you may. But I was hoping you would be willing to stay here for the next full night at least. I’d like to be certain you are well, but if you’d prefer future exams to be done in your quarters, that can be arranged.”Kaven gathered himself enough to step away from the wall. “My daughter came with me. Can I see her?”“Yes, but she is with Agent Aeron at the moment. Perhaps while we wait we can do something to make you look more presentable to her. She must have been terribly worried by your current condition.” The door opened and Dash stepped into the room carrying a translucent blue silicone insulated cooler. The blood sacks were visible through the sides.But Kaven’s gaze was locked on Dash, not the bags of blood. The hunger bursting forth on the patient’s face was almost painful in intensity.Much as Kaven might want “fresh from the source” blood, he wouldn’t have enough restraint yet to feed without killing. “Thank you, Dash. You can wait in my office.”As if the flare of Kaven’s nose wasn’t enough warning, the moment Dash turned his back, the vampire moved as if to pounce.Blake’s instincts reacted before his mind had a chance to calculate all the factors. In less than a human heartbeat, he was between the patient and his slave. Fortunately, Dash had lived among the vampires all his life. The mistake of turning his back on an injured vamp was a rare one. And even now while safely outside the door, his heart rate only increased marginally, a sure sign of trust.Kaven came to a sudden stop and then backed away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”“Of course not. It is natural that your body will try to replenish what it is lacking.” Blake kept his voice calm, but Kaven’s condition was alarming. He was on the verge of going feral and yet had too little control to seek appropriate measures to correct the problem. “My servant brought fresh high quality blood to help you recover all the faster. Please, help yourself.”“No, I won’t,” Kaven said while backing away from the cooler.The reaction was not what Blake had expected. He flipped open the file again, but found no answers there. “Dr. Kaven, you need to feed. The blood will help you recover your strength, body mass and self-control.”“Not bagged. I… they did something to the blood.”“What do you mean? Explain. Do you believe this blood is contaminated in some way?” Was this just paranoia from Kaven’s mistreatment? Or was it possible that whatever they’d done to the blood had been done to the imported blood as well?“The Reapers and their damn scientists. They did something to the blood. It tasted fine, but it made us all ill. Killed the others. The first batch of tainted blood made me sick. That’s when I started refusing blood. The others… they kept testing the new batches on the others and they all died. Violently. Horribly.”“All this blood has been through our testing facility, but what you say is serious. We can look at it now to be sure.” He lifted one bag and poured it into a specimen jar. “Come, you’re a doctor. You can help me with this.”Setting up a second examination scope and slide, Blake motioned to the chair beside him. Whether the doctor wished to help or not was up to him, but he set to studying the slide at once. Time crawled, passing in silence, but he found nothing. “The blood appears normal, rich and healthy.”Kaven had looked some for himself and then taken to pacing the exam room. “Nothing?”“Did you find anything unusual?”Kaven shook his head. “No, but I haven’t much experience with blood poisons or pathogens. At least not with anything unusual. I didn’t know what to look for.”Blake faced Kaven and laid out the truth. “I understand your concerns completely, but you will not be allowed to feed directly from a human when you are in such dire need as you are. It will not happen. Your only option is bagged blood.”Kaven nodded, but fear laced his expression.“I’ll test the blood myself in the most conclusive way possible.” He lifted the specimen jar and downed the contents in a long swallow. “Now we will both know if there are any ill effects.”

Blurb:San Francisco, 2183 CESan Francisco was never the same after the Great Shake of ‘08. On the ruins of Fisherman’s Wharf, a ramshackle city rose like a mushroom, a strange dichotomy of safety and corruption. In this forbidden city, a monster prowls the corridors and alleys, seeking the nanite-enhanced flesh and blood of underground cage fighters.Detective Annie Tanaka once survived an encounter with the monster. The attack left her clinging to life and riddled with fear. Now the monster has returned, and is hunting in her territory. She will need every weapon in her arsenal to face this enemy and prevail.Unfortunately for Annie, her partner hates her and is next on the monster’s menu. And Annie’s mentor is a legendary fight master who hasn’t been seen in decades.As she closes in on the creature, Annie Tanaka quickly discovers that her real enemy isn’t the monster, but her own fear. And against that fear, Annie must stand alone.Note: The events in this story take place thirty years prior to Little Dragon.EXCERPT:She broke the kiss. “Wait…”

She pushed back, standing, and unbelted his robe, letting it fall away from his body. He was muscular but lean. It amazed her that this beautiful body of his took so much punishment. There was a small scar over his hip; that had come from a domestic disturbance call. The victim had suddenly turned on her rescuers, attacking Annie with a knife as she cuffed the woman’s drunken husband. Aiden had saved her life that night, intercepting the attack, getting cut himself.

She surveyed his body, seeing the small scars of youth and childhood, but nothing newer. Nothing recent to mark the ugly turn his life had taken. His cock rose long and dark from a thatch of black hair, his balls dropped heavily beneath the shaft. Annie carefully drew his legs apart and knelt between them, exquisitely aware of the supplicant posture she assumed.

Aiden’s body grew rigid, his dark eyes fairly blazed with heat. When she took his shaft in hand, he shivered.

“My God, Annie!” He jumped when her mouth slid over the head of his cock. Inwardly, Annie smiled. She was in the pose of submission, but held all the power at this moment.

He was big, bigger than she could comfortably take in, so Annie clasped his shaft, giving long, smooth strokes as she suckled and licked at the head of his cock. She tasted the salty tang of pre-come, smelled the musk of his arousal as he became more excited. Aiden slid forward in the hard wooden chair, giving her more access to his body.

Annie fondled his balls with her free hand, teasing up behind the delicate orbs, the tips of her fingers pressing his anus. He flinched, and gasped, and she pulled her head back, looking up at him.

“Is this okay?” The tip of her finger pressed in a tiny bit, playing with that tight circle of muscle. He nodded.

“Not too much though, just there…“ His words trailed off on a sigh as she pressed a moist finger to his back entrance, her mouth returning to his balls. Annie felt his muscles contract on her finger rhythmically, his balls began to grow tight to his body. Annie looked up, the expression on his face made her heart stand still. Lust and want, certainly, but a look of wonderment and love had settled over his face. Love for her.

BLURB:The Elves are back in town…Alyssia's had it up to here with being a good Elven girl. She wants some action, some adventure, and something to do with her life except hang around in the eternally perfect, one-hundred-percent boring Underhill.Besides, she's never fit in, and a lady wants to go where they appreciate her, right? Yep. Poking a hole between the Veil that separates world from world, Alyssia makes her escape -- and stumbles head-first into Interesting Times.Devin and Cam have been through a rough patch lately, divisions and arguments threatening to end their relationship. They're still in love, though, and wish they could find a way to make things right with one another.What they need is a little help. Possibly even Elven help. And lucky them, Alyssia knows she's just the one to lend a hand and make Devin and Cam fall in love all over again.And, lucky for her, pretty soon Devin and Cam have ideas of their own about what to do with a pretty Elven maid, and they'd bet their love that she'll like them…

Lucy Suther is a bartered woman who hates the sight of dust rising up on the road into the Double Nought Ranch. It accompanied her on her bound arrival and bore silent witness to her marriage to a smuggler of flesh and drugs. Now her husband is two months missing and hoped dead, she’s trapped on the remote ranch, and the coyote that killed off her chickens is growing bolder. So, when a sexy stranger claiming to be her brother-in-law drives in on a cloud of dust, she has to wonder -- will trusting him earn her a way off the Double Nought or an express ride to a moonlit grave?